Modernists

I've been sort of dreading Modernism for the entire semester. As a sophomore I took a Western culture class and remember that the teacher telling us that this period was full of depressed, hopeless alcoholics who believed the world was spinning itself into destruction by its own industry. On a good day, I think it creates a lot of critical thinking in my mind on the direction of the world; on a day like today, for some reason, it depresses me. And poets like Eliot only frustrate me, since I can't make heads or tails of his writing. Try again tomorrow.